Once more, with feeling, please! I've
had enoughOf lubricated passion come and gone!Years and years and
years and years of stuffSquirting, squirting, squirt -- and then it's
done!With feeling, please! Companionship, affection,Shared pain,
shared joy, shared silences, shared thoughts.Not ecstasy fast moving
towards rejection,Frantic with the fear of time and loss.Slow
down, life! Slow down, and be contentJust to be awhile, and let love
growOr not, as seedlings by the wind are sentTo find their bit of
fertile earth, or no.Let there be no ecstasy untilThe plant has
been well tended by the will.